My Grief Lies Onward, And My Joy

All Pride Is Willing Pride.

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.

A Heavier Task Could Not Have Been Impos'd, Than I To Speak My Griefs Unspeakable.

Honor, Riches, Marriage-blessing Long Continuance, And Increasing, Hourly Joys Be Still Upon You!

Too Much Of Water Hast Thou, Poor Ophelia, And Therefore I Forbid My Tears.